Unwanted (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Zayn's P.O.V.




Louis fell to the ground clutching his face.




"Boo-bear!" Harry screamed helping him to his feet.




We really fu*ked up this time? Niall turned away and hobbled off. Where could he possibly go? Oh well. I decided to follow anyway.




"I'll go find him, " I stated to Liam, "you watch these two." He nodded and I followed the blonde.




He wasn't too far ahead of me. He couldn't go very fast. He stopped and turned down an empty alley. He slumped against the brick wall his legs out in front of him. He threw his crutches against the wall, and the broke. So much for that. I was about to go to him when he whipped out his phone. I leaned against the wall and listened.




"Kambree," he sobbed. "No, Kambree, I tried."




Who the hell is Kambree. I shrugged.




"Kambree. No Kambree. I can't. They hate me. They don't want me. Kambree. They basically said right to my face. No. Kambree. I can't. You don't understand. Kambree. It hurts so bad. No. Kambree. I won't. I've already given them a second chance, and they failed. No. No. Kambree. No. Kambree."




He hung up the phone and slid it back in his pocket. He just sat there sobbing. I didn't move from where I was. He was right. We failed him. He will never forgive us. But he doesn't understand. It's not our fault. He just needs to listen. If only, he would ever talk to us again.




I didn't realize how long I had been standing there listening to his sobs, until Harry came up behind me. I nodded my head towards the alley as he snuck a peak.




Niall was still sitting there crying.




"Should we try and carry him?" He asked. I just shook my head.




"Paul." I said as I whipped out my phone to call him.




Harry and I stood there for about ten minutes waiting. Paul finally came.




"Can you take him home? He doesn't want us near him. We'll meet you there." I told him.




He sighed and nodded before cautiously approaching Niall in the alley.




Harry and I slowly walked back to the car. Liam and Louis were already in there. Papparazzi were still taking pictures and asking questions.




"Where's Niall?" They yelled. My heart sank. I opened the car door. And slid in. Louis was leaning against the window, still clutching his face. I glanced at him and patted his back. This wasn't the Niall we knew. The Niall I knew couldn't hurt a fly. This Niall was violent and angry. And we caused this.




I went on Twitter to pass the time as we all drove in silence. I scrolled through me feed, until I came across a collection of pictures. They were all from today. The first one was of Niall shoving Liam in the hospital parking lot. They other few were from just a few minutes ago. There was one of Niall punching Louis. One of his sobbing. And one that was zoomed in on his face, staring up at us.